Lyrics
I was floating
Above my bed
Like a body in a river, in a car
And the only sound
In my head
Was a dying cricket in a jar
And I saw
Little beams of light
Come into the bedroom
From underneath the door
(Oh, oh, oh, oh!)
And they crawled
Under my sheets
And they came out of every single pore
When I think about you (oh, oh!)
When I think about you (oh, oh!)
When I think about you
Flowers grow out of my grave, grave, grave!
Grave, grave, grave!
Flowers grow out of my grave
When I think about you (oh, oh!)
When I think about you (oh, oh!)
When I think about you
Flowers grow out of my grave